Flames: Yellow & Blue (Is It Poetry Collaboration) Comments

I've already written a comment on this poem, Nika, but when I re-read it tonight I just had to write something more. It's such a large-gestured poem, it covers so much space both the world around from which your vivid images come but also the world within from which the meditations come. They're both so rich! And then the second half with the lilt of the 4-line ballad stanza was a perfect contrast to the long stretched-out lines in the first part. I heard two different forms of music as I read each half. It would be great to hear the two of you recite this poem with an ensemble of musicians improvising in the background. I know a jazz flutist who'd be great for part one. And in between the two parts the drummer could do his solo!

I am speechless Nika! What beauty..... What imagination! Even in the vast stretch of aridity, there can be a sweeping array of coloured efflorescence and a boundless variety of flora and fauna... This dream with all its extra terrestrial gorgeousness, is one of hope and anticipation stretching beyond the bounds of all probabilities! ! Expressions like' a rolling sea of paint splattered hills'....' floating diyas upon the river of remembrance' are simply beautiful and so poetic! Enjoyed much! !

The first two big stanzas on the yellow flame of May are as exuberant a celebration of spring as I ever seen. The month of May becomes a gigantic presence, and keeps looming larger as the poem moves at a measured pace. I now know for sure: there is no stopping the arrival of Spring! It is so powerful! BTW Living as I do in Minnesota, Winter, perhaps unfortunately, conveys the power of Nature, and it's often a brutal display of force, as it has been for two cold, colder, coldest weeks. It is so refreshing to read a poem where Spring, that fragile and short-lived visitor to Minnesota, has such power! I feel the warmth of that southern Spring chasing the cold out of my apartment!

Dreams some how they do when seen they come from you sound better as the dream flows on and on just as dreams do until their gone.....iip